Chapter 131 Can You Guarantee Nothing Will Go Wrong?
He ended the call, drew a deep breath, and smoothed his expression before heading quickly downstairs toward the front gate.
A black sedan waited at the entrance.
The window slid down, revealing the psychiatrist from that afternoon in the driver's seat.
Liam approached. The doctor handed him a white paper bag, speaking in a low, hurried tone.
"Liam, this is for Mrs. Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton's instructions—medication to keep her memories clouded. I've disguised it in a vitamin bottle, as requested. This white one. I relabeled it. Dosage is twice daily, one pill each time after meals. Make sure she takes it on schedule."
Liam accepted the bag. It felt almost weightless, yet his fingers tightened around it.
He hesitated, then asked quietly, "Doctor, long-term use… you're certain it won't cause irreversible harm? Her health is already so fragile."
The doctor shook his head. "Don't worry. The formula and dosage have been carefully calculated. It won't impair her physical functions or her cognitive abilities. It will simply keep her memories of the past fuzzy, disconnected—make it harder for her to think deeply or recall anything that might trigger intense emotions."
Liam had the assurance, but his brow remained furrowed.
He didn't understand Alexander's true reasons for this.
Maybe it was to protect Caroline. Maybe Alexander himself couldn't face certain truths.
But making this choice for her—controlling her memories without her consent—was that fair?
He stood in silence for several seconds. Yet Alexander's orders could not be defied. Finally, he stopped questioning.
He nodded. "Understood. Thank you."
The doctor seemed to sense his struggle. He sighed, said nothing more, rolled up the window, and drove away quietly.
Liam stood alone at the villa entrance, dusk settling around him. He clutched the paper bag, head bowed, releasing a long breath.
He had barely composed himself when he turned and saw Kenna standing behind him, shock written across her face.
Liam froze, instinctively hiding the bag behind his back.
"Kenna… weren't you upstairs with Mrs. Hamilton? Why did you come down?"
Kenna's face was pale, her eyes locked on the hand behind his back.
"Don't hide it!" She strode forward.
"I heard everything! I heard what the doctor said! Mr. Hamilton had him make medication for Mrs. Hamilton—to stop her from recovering her memories! Didn't he?!"
A cold sweat broke across Liam's brow. He knew he couldn't hide it. He drew a deep breath, trying to calm her.
"Kenna, just listen—"
"How am I supposed to stay calm?!" Her voice rose despite herself, shaking with emotion.
"Any medication has side effects! Mrs. Hamilton's health is already terrible—you know that! How much more can she take? How could Mr. Hamilton—"
"Kenna!" Liam cut her off, worried someone upstairs might hear.
He pulled her aside quickly, lowering his voice.
"Mr. Hamilton has the doctor doing regular comprehensive checkups. If there's any problem with the medication, he'll stop it immediately. You can see for yourself—Mr. Hamilton cares about Mrs. Hamilton now. Maybe this is a choice he had to make."
"Liam, tell me something." Kenna's tone sharpened.
"What does 'caring' mean? Right now Mr. Hamilton can use his own selfish reasons to make sure Mrs. Hamilton never remembers her past. What about later? If he gets tired of her someday, decides she's in the way—can he just end her life because he thinks it's appropriate?!
"Mrs. Hamilton's memory loss came from the blood clot in her brain. That was an accident! We can comfort ourselves by saying it's fate's compensation, that she's happier now than before. But what Mr. Hamilton's doing now is deliberate interference!"
Liam backed up step by step under her assault. A vein throbbed in his temple. He couldn't argue.
Of course he knew she was right. But he had his own position—his own constraints.
Finally, frustration broke through. "What else can we do? No one can predict when that clot will dissolve. We don't know if someday Mrs. Hamilton might bump her head, get injured, and trigger new bleeding—or if the clot gets completely absorbed and she suddenly remembers everything!"
He stepped closer, eyes reddening, staring at Kenna.
"If she wakes up and realizes she's been living with the man who tortured her, hurt her—the man she should hate—sharing his bed, pretending they're in love… won't that destroy her? Isn't that more cruel?!"
Kenna froze, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.
She understood the logic.
She wanted Caroline spared from pain too.
But she couldn't accept using medication to achieve it.
It was too cruel. Too much a violation of Caroline's will.
"But… but…" Kenna's lips trembled. She gripped Liam's sleeve tightly. "Can't we try something else? The doctor said we don't know when the clot will absorb. Only you and I know about this! What if we secretly switch the pills for real vitamins? Or supplements? We keep it from Mr. Hamilton. If things get bad, or if we see Mrs. Hamilton's memories starting to return, then we use the medication! We can't do this to her!"
Liam shot back urgently. "Can you guarantee nothing will go wrong? Can you guarantee she'll be under your watch twenty-four hours a day? What if she falls, or gets triggered, and suddenly remembers everything—do you think we'll have time to give her the medication then?"
Kenna's lips trembled harder. At last, she couldn't speak.
Liam stared into her desperate eyes, his heart torn in two—logic and emotion warring fiercely. In the end, he still couldn't harden his heart.